Are your hands,
The ones I'm after?
To touch me out of bounds,
And distract me from disaster.
Are they soft enough,
To hold my fragile heart?
Others are too buff,
And tear me apart.
Do your hands show,
Roughness from work?
To show you won't let go,
Even if I go berserk.
Are your palms,
The palms I want to hold?
The one that calms,
When you want to be bold.
Are your fingers,
The ones I desire?
That make us become singers,
When my body is on fire.
Is your left hand,
The one I want to mark,
With a golden band,
That glistens from moonlight in the dark?
Is your arm,
Capable of making me feel safe?
Am I under your charm,
And filled with faith?
Can I lay my head,
Against your chest,
And have my sleep led,
By your cardiac nest?
Can I sit on your lap,
And tease you at times?
Or take a quick nap,
And dream of no crimes?
Can I live your anatomy,
As I live your soul?
Can I love if you're free,
Or if on Christmas you get coal?
Are you the one I want to love,
The one I want to trust?
You may be beautiful as a white dove,
But you can easily leave me in the dust.
The image is not mine. A friend of mine drew/animated it. Hope you enjoyed! Bye Bye!
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